"Nothing to do today, everyone's busy with something else, and I'm here stuck at home," Edward said, scrolling listlessly through his phone while lying on the bed.
He rose, crossed to his desk to sketch for a bit, and spotted it—a card lying face-down right at the table's edge.
"What's that again?" he muttered to himself, picking it up and flipping it over.
A massage parlor card stared back.
"Oh shit, it's the massage card Yusuf gave me a while back." He stared at it for a long moment. "It's not like I have anything better to do today."
He pocketed the card and moved to the closet, shrugging on his jacket.
Downstairs he paused, scanning the house out of habit to see if anything was out of place. "Damn, I'm getting old, what am I doing?" he muttered, chuckling softly as he stepped outside.
He debated calling an Uber, but the parlor was close enough. A quick bus ride, plus he wanted to stretch his legs—so he walked toward the stop.
